Giò : So, what did we practice you would say to Filippo?
Elia : “Will you go out with me tomorrow night?”
Giò : And what did you say to him?
Elia : I accidentally told him to suck my dick
Giò : HOW DO YOU ACCIDENTALLY TELL SOMEONE TO SUCK YOUR DICK?
Elia : I PANICKED
He was loud. Not his words, no, Elia could barely hear him from across the room. The combination of Christmas music and laughter practically drowned out his own thoughts. Thoughts that seemed to be very stunted at the sight of this boy across the room. Filippo, Elia reminded himself. The one Marti had confided in when he felt he could turn nowhere else, the one who was completely, unapologetically gay. He was loud wth is pale pink hair and button down shirt that revealed plenty of the smooth, pale skin on his chest. He was loud with his bright smiles and the piercing that he had on his bottom lip that Elia couldn’t stop thinking about.
Elia wasn’t trying, but it seemed whenever he looked up his eyes found Filippo. Sometimes it was because he was close by, dancing with Silvia or laughing with Eva. Other times he was farther away, and still, Elia’s eyes found him. A few times their eyes even connected, almost as if Filippo had been searching for him too.
An hour into the party Filippo came over to pick up a fallen ornament and put it back on the tree, which was where Elia was leaning against the wall.
“I like your piercing” Elia commented.
“Which one?” Elia’s mouth ran dry. Which one? This boy had the audacity to imply he had more than one, and at least one that Elia couldn’t see. What options did that leave? Collar bone, belly button, nipples? His head was swimming at the possibilities and based on Filippo’s teasing smile, that was his intention. What a bastard Elia thought, what an absolutely gorgeous bastard.
“Right, my lip” Filippo smiled a cocky smile, licking his bottom lip like an asshole, which of course brought Elia’s eyes back to it, though to be fair he wasn’t trying very hard to look away. Filippo flicked his tongue to rotate the piercing through his now very shiny lip. It was dirty, so very dirty and Elia couldn’t stop himself staring. Never in a million years would he have thought a lip piercing could be so explicit, and yet there he was, his jeans beginning to feel tight. Filippo just kept rotating it through his lip, an endless cycle of silver sliding across pink skin that looked so supple that all Elia wanted to do was-
“Elia?” Filippo cut through his thoughts. Elia looked up to see his eyes filled with a sort of innocent curiosity as if he hadn’t just been playing Elia like a fiddle. But the thing was, Elia had been letting him. Bisexual or not, he knew how to act around girls, he knew the things to say, how to approach them and hit them with a compliment. His body knew how to react as well, he may get turned on, he may want to kiss them, but his body never went haywire, not anymore. But with Filippo his mind felt upside down and he was beginning to feel hot under the collar. The entire combination was entirely bazar and completely glorious. And if he was going to be truthful with himself, it scared him a little.
“So” he diverted their conversation “how exactly did you and Marti meet?”
It was unnerving how Filippo looked at him like he saw right through Elia. That moment was one of those times, when the way Filippo looked at Elia said I know you’re scared but come on, your friends didn’t care about Marti, do you think they’d give a shit if you kissed me right now? Or perhaps, Elia thought, he was simply projecting.
“He didn’t tell you?” Filippo asked, taking a sip of his beer.
“No” Elia smiled in relief “But to be fair, he didn’t tell us much about you other than your name”
Filippo gasped “I’m offended,” he searched the room with his eyes “I’m going to have to talk to that boy. He should tell more people about his Jack”
“His Jack?”
“Forget about it” Filippo chuckled “We met on the gay street”
“The gay street?” Elia raised his eyebrows.
“You’re surprised?”
“Well it just doesn’t seem like Marti’s scene”
“He is gay Elia”
“I know that” Elia defended himself “it’s just that before recently he didn’t seem very confident showing that part of himself off, even now he’s pretty reserved around other people”
“Well” Filippo added “he was entirely wasted at the time”
Elia nodded his head “I saw him blatantly staring at a couple making out” Filippo added.
Elia practically winced at that. Across the room Marti pulled Nicco into a kiss marred by their tooth achingly sweet, heart wrenching affectionate smiles that they often had plastered to their faces. He wasn’t going to pretend he hadn’t watched them embrace occasionally, or that when they were practically on top of each other on the couch he hadn’t wondered what it would feel like to be Marti. Even when he saw a gay couple on the street he often stared for a minute before looking away, hoping he didn’t make them uncomfortable. Again, when he looked into Filippo’s eyes, the boy seemed to read him like a book.
“Have you ever been to the gay street?” Filippo shifted his footing, and maybe it was Elia projecting again, but when Filippo settled he seemed a lot closer to Elia than he had before. Elia’s heart thudded painfully in his chest, the question hanging over him. He hadn’t been, but it didn’t seem like that straight forward of a question. Filippo’s eyes propelled him to say yes, because the word would hold a hidden answer, even if it was an outright lie.
He opened his mouth, unsure of what was going to come out. Luckily Filippo was the one to change the topic this time, pulling a joint out of his shirt pocket “I’m going to go smoke this outside” he said, beginning to walk away, “join me”
“Outside?” Elia called after him with shock “Are you fucking crazy it’s freezing outside!”
“Ele lives here now, and she says no weed inside” he twirled the joint between his fingers “Plus, that’s what jackets are for” Filippo called back. And well, who was he to refuse a free joint. Also, he thought, with how on fire his skin was feeling, perhaps the cold air would do him some good.
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He was wrong. Even with his winter coat and a fluffy scarf he had nabbed off the doorknob the cold air was acidic against his skin. By the time he got outside, Filippo was already leaning up against the side of the building, joint between his lips, taking a drag. Filippo almost looked like a ghost with his pale skin and pink hair, and as his lips parted to blow out plumes of smoke, Elia let out a shaky breath he didn’t know he had been holding.
Filippo held out the joint and Elia stepped closer. Even their breath that was not charged with smoke became frosty in the air, as they leaned against the building side by side, silence overtaking them.
“No” Elia said out of the blue.
“No what?” Filippo turned his head to look at Elia, this time with genuine curiosity.
“No I’ve never been to the gay street”
“Ah” Filippo nodded his head “Most people haven’t been”
Elia nodded dumbly as Filippo pushed himself off the wall and took another drag, holding it and walking a few steps forward. “But what’s more important is if you’ve ever wanted to” he turned around to face Elia, stepping forward to hand him the joint.
“How do you know?” Elia responded.
“That you want to go?” Filippo smiled a little, taking a little step closer to Elia. It was minute, so slight someone else might not have noticed, but Elia did.
“Yeah I guess” Elia said “I mean more how do you know you want to be with guys?”
Filippo’s smile broadened at that “Well, you like girls right?”
“Yeah” Elia was smiling then too. He did like girls, with their hair that smelled sweet and their rosy lips. Girls, with their soft skin and addictive curves. But Filippo had strong hands and a shadow of scruff on his chin. He had broad shoulders and short hair, but Elia would have to be a fool not to recognize the telltale cacophony of his heart in that moment.
“You don’t like them all, and you don’t even find them all attractive” He moved closer still. Close enough that it would only take a step or two to have Filippo pressing him against the wall. “But then you’ll meet a guy” even closer still “where all you want to do is kiss the living hell out of the”
“Mhmm” was all Elia could manage at that moment, where their eyes were caught on each others and neither of them was budging. Neither of them broke the moment in any way, whether it was to look away, or speak or move, it was just them and the chilling wind whipping between them.
“Elia-” Filippo began, but he didn’t get to finish because before he could say another word, Elia had lunged forward and pressed their lips together. And fuck, if he wasn’t glad he did. There were no fireworks, no revelations to tell him that this was what he was missing all along, but it felt good. Good enough that when Filippo took control and pushed him against the wall a moan shuddered through his body.
In the back of his mind he recognized that he dropped the joint to the ground as his hand’s went searching for Filippo’s waist, but too much of his mind was taken up with the tongue slipping into his mouth. Every movement Filippo made with his lips and tongue sparked heat down his spine, kindling a growing pool of fire in Elia’s stomach.
His hand found Filippo’s face and that broke the moment. Filippo jumped back “fuck your hand is cold” he grinned.
“So are your lips” Elia responded with an equal grin.
Filippo chuckled “Can we go back inside now? I’m freezing my balls off”
“Can we go back inside now? Says the guy who’s idea it was to come out into this icy hell-scape to begin with!” Elia exclaimed.
“Hey, I didn’t think you’d like it if I kissed you in the middle of a party with all your friends”
“So that’s what this was all about” Elia tried to be mad, but he couldn’t wipe the giddy grin from his face. “You lied about going outside to smoke a joint just so you could defile me?”
“Defile you?” Filippo raised his eyebrows “Can I remind you that you were the one who kissed me?”
“Yeah, well” Elia searched for the words to bite back, but they died on his tongue “Can you blame me? Have you seen yourself?”
Filippo’s smile widened, and he was the one to kiss Elia this time. Elia tried not to liquify when Filippo flicked his tongue in wicked ways and caught Elia’s bottom lip between his teeth. It didn’t last long before Elia pulled back again “You really are an idiot, if you wanted me alone there are three bedrooms!” Elia punctuated his point with a punch to Filippo’s shoulder “And it’s your apartment!” Another punch, but there wasn’t even a little malice behind them.
Filippo grinned again, “Fine I concede, it was a bad plan” he looked Elia up and down best he could since they were so close “but I did get what I was looking for” he smirked “now can we please go inside, I really am freezing my ass off”
“Yes, yes” Elia nodded, and they both practically ran inside, slamming the door shut behind them. In the light Elia could see Filippo clearly again, and could see plainly that his lips were much redder than they had been before, and swollen as well. Elia preened at the reminder of what they had just done, and very much wanted to drag him into another kiss right then and there. He might have if not for Gio appearing at the top of the stairs.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Gio asked, hands madly gesturing in front of his chest “Luca’s hooking up with Silvia”
“What! Seriously?” Elia exclaimed. He was about to head up the stairs when he remembered Filippo was to his side. How exactly was he supposed to act towards the boy he had just made out with? Filippo sensed his awkwardness and nodded in Gio’s direction.
“Your friends need you”
Elia gave him a smile and a nod, heading up the stairs to Gio.
“Where did you go?” Gio asked “Your cheeks are bright red”
“Uh, just went to smoke some weed”
Giovanni definitely wasn’t buying it, and Elia suddenly wondered if his lips looked as red and swollen as Filippo’s. If they did, Giovanni didn’t mention it, instead wrapping an arm around his shoulders “Look at our boys” he gestured to Luca who was making out with Silvia by the Christmas tree and Marti, who was cuddling with Nicco on the couch.
“It’s just us who are alone then” Giovanni sighed, taking a long swig of his beer.
Elia’s eyes searched the room for Filippo, because no, he hadn’t been alone just now, but couldn’t find him. It was like that for the rest of the party, and Elia was soon wondering if Filippo was avoiding him. There would be times he would see a flash of pink hair, but could never see him fully.
He had to admit that he didn’t want whatever happened outside to be a one time thing, that he knew for sure. So as the party began to wind down and people left in clusters of friends or couples, Elia took his phone out of his pocket and slyly tucked it between couch cushions.
Martino : Guys I almost choked to death last night
Elia : You’ll be fine next time you just have to stay still and breathe through your nose before you take more
Martino : ...I was talking about choking on food... What are you talking about...
Elia : ...I was talking about choking on stuff in general....
Filippo : I’m stuff in general
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Da ora basta nascondersi e scappare, ci stai?” Filippo glielo sussurra sulle labbra [...] e dentro di lui nasce la speranza che sboccia nel suo sorriso come un fiore di inizio primavera che sfida il freddo per mostrarsi al mondo.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: SKAM (Italy)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: elippo - Relationship, Elia Santini/Filippo Sava
Characters: Elia Santini, Filippo Sava, Giovanni Garau, Luca Colosi, Martino Rametta
Additional Tags: Elippo, Elia x Filippo, Fluff, Crack Relationships, First Kiss, scommessa, una carrellata di cose fluffose e carine perché li amo e ne avevo bisogno, Party, che bella roma tra le luci della notte, Kissing, i bacini softini, i baci, le pare, tutto molto bello, bi elia, bi elia santini
Summary:
"Se io avessi fatto... una scommessa" butta fuori, il più casualmente che può. Il sapore amaro del tabacco e della cartina ormai umida gli riempiono la bocca mentre parla, ma è troppo impegnato a guardare Filippo e a studiare le sue reazioni per farci caso "Mi aiuteresti a vincerla?"
Lo osserva scrollare le spalle sottili, facendo una smorfia divertita "Dipende da che scommessa è. Però dato che mi stai simpatico… sì, certo. Se posso aiutare, volentieri. Che devi fare?" chiede.
Elia sospira pesantemente. Guarda il suo viso sottile, le occhiaie violacee che sembrano ancora più accentuate a cause delle ombre scure che sembrano inghiottirlo nella notte, e poi volge gli occhi davanti a sé, al Colosseo, al cielo, dove la luna brilla flebile e fioca nel cielo. Non si vedono stelle, a Roma. Troppe luci, troppo inquinamento. Alla fine, li abbassa su un ciottolo ai suoi piedi, dove un vermiciattolo strisciato probabilmente fuori dall’erba umidiccia si contorce appena, cercando di tornarvi. Scrolla le spalle a sua volta, come se fosse una cosa di poco conto quella che deve chiedergli
Un po' di fluff per tutti perché sto sotto duemila treni per gli Elippo.
